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Not Diamonds After All
by Alison McKenzieI don't know what my dreams are worth
I have fewer than I thought
Once, I thought they might be diamonds
But a recent gathering of reality
Reveals glass instead
Fragile and truly unable
To endure even the typical pressure of time
First a chip
Or a crack
And before my very eyes
My dreams fall to pieces in my hands
Slicing, sometimes amputating before I can let go
Stupidly I reach down to gather the fragments,
Trying to salvage something, anything of value
The dreams of you and I
Of our children
Becoming a family with us
But the jagged edges continue to cut, to injure
Forcing me to let go to stay alive 12/09/2003 Author's Note: This was my application poem. Man. What a long time ago the writing of it was!!!
Posted on 12/09/2003
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by John Ilotan on 12/09/03 at 02:30 PM The first two lines got me. A very visual and deep introspection. I can almost see your cut hands trying to hold on... |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 12/09/03 at 11:03 PM Ah yes I was reading through the member applications and I thought this poem was fantasic...well done and welcome :) |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 12/10/03 at 01:24 AM wonderful... haunting |
| Posted by Amanda J Cobb on 12/11/03 at 05:02 AM Yes, haunting is the appropriate word...love the analogy between broken glass and broken dreams...however, you might want to fix the typo - injure, not injur. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 12/15/03 at 12:46 AM you tied this up so nicely, welcome to pathetic. |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 12/15/03 at 11:41 AM the idea of dreams being glass instead of diamond is very clever , and it drew me into the flow of the poem. |
| Posted by Emma Turtle on 10/21/09 at 06:43 PM " I reach down to gather the fragments,
Trying to salvage something," |
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